Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

pain in her palm brought her back

face crumpled because of the pain and she withdrew

she was stopped by Brody forcibly. "Don't move." he

ordered coldly,

to take the pieces out, he had to cut them in her

Would hurt.

the pale face of Tracy, and

her in such a

"No --"

soon as the point of the knife touched her

almost fainted by the sharp knife, not to mention the knife directly passed into her

same time, she tried to take her hand back, but failed, because her

the blood stained Tracy's and Brody's palms.

looked at her eyes, which were full of

"You know it hurts?"

It's none of your business. You don't have to be sarcastic

she took a leap from the chair to the ground stiffly, her hand streaming

dyed red by blood again, Brody lost his

"Have a seat --"

of threatening

Tracy was much more stubborn than

"No --"

shook her head.

at him coldly, "Brody,

looked at

seemed that he remembered what he

pulled her to a chair and placed her on

to care about you? How Shamless

He snorted.

furious that he tightly

tie you

to

much and the bleeding had not

she was going to

"A little bit painful..."

said with

skipped a beat when he

little pain flashed through her

Tracy was very feeble, but she was still

didn't say anything but stared at her own

feel painful,

at her. Then he made up his

the sharp knife at the wound

stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She

from the bottom

because her own thought

into her body, it must be

"Hmm --"

in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held it back.

her teeth,

"Clap -"

Brody's hand and made

it was her tears or

hand held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But

pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried to keep calm.

the sharp pain

did feel the knife cutting her

from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body

her eyes finally could not

cut and

to cry out several times to

"Idiot --"

finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the